“….I looked at myself in the mirror and said, “This is going to be hell of a ride”. I was only twelve and much I knew about the turmoil of life I would have, but that was the day when it all changed…”
I know that things that I have gone through, emotions that I have experienced could have been different if only I had someone to talk to or I had a book to read. It all could have been less painful and I would have ended up less screwed up.
However, I am deeply thankful to everyone who has left footprints in my life and left me with choices to make. After all, you are the reason I am the way I am. Thank you!
My name is Dace (pronounced Dotsay) and I was born in a dinky country called Latvia thinking that my life’s purpose was to find a husband, get a white picket fence, produce a child or two, and get a dog (optional). If I was lucky, I would have gotten a husband with a car and a summer house somewhere by the beach on the Baltic Sea – the whole package to seal the deal and make my parents, relatives and my people (Latvians) happy. However, there was a small…just a small problem. I was gay.